And this - is my version:
It wasn't what they asked for, but soon it became dark and they stumbled upon a mansion in the woods. The scent of the wooden mansion got stronger as they got nearer. Not knowing what awaits them in the mansion, they decided not to stop, until . . .
they saw another mansion just a stone's throw away.
"Is that room light on or am I hallucinating?"Anna said, pointing at the blacked-out mansion.
Holding his flare as high as he could, Chee Tat replied,:"Where?".
Sean lifted his gun, pointed it towards Anna and in a shaky voice he said,:"Step back Chee Tat, she's turning. I'm gonna blow her head off!".
Jerry, on the other hand, assured Sean,:"Hey! calm down! everything's gonna be fine, nobody's gonna die tonight!"
Without a place for shelter, the 4 survivors continued their journey into the woods. Faint cries could be heard at a distance. The probe for survivors continued.
Their vision got accustomed to the darkness and they moved through the woods swiftly. There was only one way out-the flight of stairs in front of them that will lead them down. Thoughts were lingering in their minds on whether they'll get out alive.
The undeniable fact was the walking dead were hot on their heels. Staying alive was the ultimate goal. The little faith in them grew when they saw a deserted church building with a very familiar voice calling out for help. It was Clement.
Rays of the early sun shot through the clouds and their hearts were filled with hope, but only for 12 hours before it's night time again.
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